Epilogue
Milo
Three years later
I hear Sienna before I see her, her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor, that familiar off-key humming drifting toward me like my favorite song on repeat.
She rounds the corner wearing nothing but one of my button-down shirts, the hem skimming the tops of her thighs. Her hair is piled messily atop her head, and her knee is already bouncing with that restless energy I’ve learned to love like breathing.
God, I still fall for her a little more every morning.
“You’re making me breakfast… again,” she says, leaning against the kitchen island, her eyes sparkling as she watches me. “Which means I get to stand here and admire those flexing forearms while you scramble eggs.”
I round the counter in two strides and pull her into my arms, my hands sliding around her waist. “Morning, baby.”
“Mmm. Morning, indeed.” She rises onto her toes to kiss me softly, her fingers threading through my hair as she lingers, humming happily against my lips.
Three years.
Three years of her chaotic laughter filling my heart, of late-night takeout and spontaneous dance parties in the living room, of me learning to calm her racing mind as she teaches me to let go.
Three years of loving the woman who spilled water all over me and completely rewrote my life for the better.
I lift her onto the island so we’re eye-level, then rest my forehead against hers. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
She smiles, the kind that lights up her whole face and makes my chest feel too small for my heart. “I still can’t believe you put up with me every day, especially when I still burn the scrambled eggs.”
“You burn eggs beautifully,” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers. “It’s part of your charm.”
She laughs, wrapping her legs loosely around my waist. “You’re ridiculously in love with me, aren’t you?”
“Disgustingly so,” I admit, kissing her again—slow, sweet, savoring how she melts into me as she always does. When we pull apart, I rest my hands on her thighs, my thumbs tracing gentle circles. “Actually… I’ve been thinking about that.”
“About how disgustingly in love you are?” she teases.
“Uh-huh.”
Ever since we returned to New York after Ethan and Aria’s wedding, I’ve fallen more and more in love with Sienna.
Last year, we decided to take a leap and bought our apartment.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever done. Aria and Ethan live a couple of apartments down from us, and they’re expecting their first child too.
Sienna and I are thrilled about it because we’ve officially declared ourselves the “fun” aunties and uncles. Well, Sienna has, anyway.
I take a small step back, my hands shaking slightly as I reach into the pocket of my sweatpants and pull out the small velvet box. It’s the same ring from our fake proposal in paradise—the one she’s kept in her nightstand all this time.
Sienna’s eyes widen, her breath catching as I drop to one knee right in our kitchen. I open the box, and the diamond catches the morning light, sparkling as brightly as it did that night.
“Milo—” she whispers, jumping down from the counter.
“Sienna, baby,” I start, my voice thick with emotion yet steady.
“Three years ago, you ruined every plan I had for a quiet, orderly life… and I’ve never been more grateful for anything.
You make every ordinary day feel like an adventure.
You challenge me, tease me, and love me even when I’m too serious.
You calm my storms and create the most beautiful chaos. ”
I take her hand, brushing my thumb across her knuckles.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sienna. So, what I’m asking is… will you marry me?”
Tears spill down her cheeks, but she’s smiling so wide it looks like it might split her face. She barrels into me, wrapping her arms around my neck as if she never wants to let go.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice cracking with happiness. “Yes, a million times yes. Of course I’ll marry you, Milo.”
My heart swells until it feels like it might burst. I slide the ring onto her finger—it still fits perfectly, as if it were always meant to be there. She admires it for a moment, then cups my face with both hands and kisses me fiercely, laughing through happy tears.
“I love you,” she murmurs against my lips. “So much it still surprises me sometimes. Fiancé. Fuck. I really like how that sounds.”
I lift her up, spinning her once in the middle of our kitchen as she squeals with laughter. When I set her down, I rest my forehead against hers, unable to suppress my smile.
“I like how ‘wife’ is going to sound even better on you.” I press a lingering kiss to her lips.
She hums happily. “I’m so happy I decided to say, ‘fuck it’ and give us a chance… even though I was petrified of the what-ifs.”
“I’m glad you did too.” I pull her closer, breathing her in. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life falling more in love with you, Sienna Harlow.”
“Soon to be Sienna Reyes.” She grins with that bright, chaotic, beautiful smile I fell in love with. “How’d I get so lucky to meet someone like you?”
“You scolded me for working on a flight to paradise, then spilled an entire bottle of water on my lap.” I deadpan.
“That was fate,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Fate,” I echo. “Of course. It always comes down to fate.”
“Always, Mr. Wet-Pants-Wonder. Always.”
“We’re still not letting that go?”
She smiles wickedly. “Never. It’s the origin of our love story, Milo. It’s going to stay with us forever.”
I shake my head, unable to suppress my smile. “I love you, Sienna.”
“I love you too, Mr—”
“Sienna.”
She giggles and runs around the kitchen island. I’m not far behind her, laughter booming from my chest as I reach for her.
And I know, with absolute certainty, that this is forever with her.
It all began with a flight, a spilled drink, and the woman who refused to be anything but herself.
The End.